Brian took care of little Michael and was soon tucking the kids into bed. Kate sent a storybook downstairs and attempted to hit Robert in the head with it as a 'gentle' reminder that he owed the kids a bedtime story that he could actually read to them. Robert, though, saw the book flying at his head and snatched it out of the air, just as Marcus was about to set the book on fire before it could strike him.
"I would not set that particular book on fire, Belby," Robert said. "Not unless you want to go traipsing back to London to Flourish and Blotts and beg them to reopen so you can buy another copy."
"Its just a storybook," Marcus shrugged.
"Oh, no," Robert said, displaying the front cover so Marcus could see the title. It was Abbey's favorite book, the book that the party had been based on, the mouse and the tea party. "This is not the book to burn. Not if you want the kids to sleep tonight."
"Then you'd better go read it to them," Edward said, "or no one is going to sleep tonight at all." The twins were starting to get restless in their bassinet in the living room.
"Well, if I don't, she'll just throw more books at me," Robert said. "How about someone making a pot of almond tea for us to enjoy after the kids go to sleep? And while you're all at it, perhaps you'd feed those little ones and change them so that Kate and I can take care of the cuddling."
"Wait. What? We do the dirty work and you do the cuddling?" Khaat frowned.
"Grandparents' privilege," Robert said, heading upstairs.